“He thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow.” ― Charles Martin, Chasing Fireflies: A Novel of Discovery "You know my husband was in US last month and he got me dozens of branded perfumes, lipsticks, eye shadows" "This dress of mine is from London. A friend of mine gifted it" " I visit 'abc' orphanage every month. Last time I went there I donated few toys and dresses to the kids" "You know, we are going to Europe for this vacation! We only plan our trips abroad. Whats there in spending your vacation in India?" And you hear such tales of torturous bragging every day, from people who are just so busy in boasting and living a pretentious life that their senses of appreciating the real life just gets succumbed to a wretched and pitiable death! And BTW, they had mastered this art to such an extent that they don't need to be intrigued at all. I, fortunately or unfortunately had a chance to meet and get acquainted...